gnarl

Animals



My love is

a great soft beast with deep teeth and sudden chemicals

a melange of appetite feeding on your aroma.

It hides redly

in the dark of my chest,

this moist animal scents your secret flesh

and bellows crimson sighs

while shakebumping beneath the boney bars.

My love is a singular exact hunger

that tastes only for you.



I think you own

another such beast,

I think some moment

when our lives are perfectly near

our flesh may break

like bright cocoons in a warming sun

and desires rise in beating tandem

leaving only puddles of sorry flesh

and husks of dream

behind.